Thursday, May 28

storage.

art supplies,
bicycles,
and guns,
OH MY!!.

thanks in part to the larger-than-life lifestyle jess and i maintain,
we will have to have another 'nother storage unit for our stuff.
that's two 10' x 10' tin tents,
to hold our whole entire lives' worth of accumulation in,
for a minimum of the next two months.
and that kinda beats.
and why, exactly, do we need to do that?
because the epic stinkbiscuit we're staying in is furnished...
and there's no room to stash our wordly goods anywhere within,
and so we've no choice but to turn to the withouts instead...
we're showing up with towels, swimsuits, and flip-flops.
determined to make the most of a hard-ass style, ya'll.
the good news?
we get to live in a carpeted chalet!
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm,
now,
don't misread my message,
i'm just documenting my real life,
in real time, in really real detail.
that said,
i am grateful, truly, that we found a short-notice, dog-friendly,
short-term lease day-saver to span time in.
i'm grateful for our super-diligent real-estate agent.
he's really rad.
he even worked his days off to doo-doo our doo-doo with us.
and i'm even full of thanks for the pseudo-vacation scenario i'm imagining.
i'm preparing for some fun times in a terrible spot,
steadying and readying myself to inflict some transplanted
woodsly barbarian battlecries and warrior poetry
on all the demure and dispassionate association dwellers.
i almost feel bad for these unsuspecting homeowners and house-sitters.
almost.
the woodsliness and the goodness may be diminshed in quantity in this lakeside locale,
but they are just as barbarian bellipotent as ever,
perhaps even moreso due to the likely overcompensation.
i'm working so f*n much at the studio, too,
i barely even have time to pass out and wake back up,
in between driving and tatty o'blastin',
cookin' and movin',
and every other 'ucking thing.
Folk Life & Liberty are pretty much the costliest pair of awesomes
i've ever had the pleasure to treasure;
whoever thought that live free or die was a good set of black 'n' white choices
never tried to buy a house;
never quiet, never soft....

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